31.8.06

Ironic, no?

I was about to come on here and write some lyrical praise of my new adopted hometown. Three years I've been living here and, as I was going to post, my impression is, overall, hugely favourable, especially when compared to the hole I used to live in.

And then some fucker keyed our new car.

New car. As in: less than a month old. As in: less than 200 miles on it. As in: tank's only been filled once.

In the colour that my wife, Mrs Doombreed, had to fight to get, because she just loves that particular shade of metallic blue.

Keyed, as in: some fuckhead dragged a key across the rear driver's side door.